fuck you. I can’t make a joke with you but you can do what you’ve done to me, and continually do things that affect my life, and it’s fine for you to do that? cool. angry rant over.
Craving a smoke. If someone brought me one they’d be god.
Just a big lot of stuff making my mind go crazy. I can’t explain it.. But so much is hurting and I wish it could stop :(